She had her own fairy tale, she was the Cinderella in it but no Prince, no kingdom, nothing existed there. In fact it was her dark dirty room, minimum furniture and loads of used, old books to read. It was an attic in an old house, where she lived with her family, far away from the hustle and bustle of life. Velvet... that was her name and the way it felt on the pallet of your tongue, that's exactly how she was. Pure velvet, soft kind and kind of unique in her own way. Contented with her less than average life, she had no idea everything around her was about to be changed, not by her family but by someone who didn't even exist....